Has staring at technology and navigating sidewalks where there are often mentally ill people made us more anti-social?

For the past couple years I’ve been doing something extra special for my mom on Mother’s Day. It’s not flowers, it’s not candy, it’s not even a card. I’ve been helping bail someone else’s mother out of jail. And I’ll be doing the same this year.

“The city is cruel to the weak, deaf to those who love it, and subservient only to those who are wrecking it. Like all neurotics, the city hates its friends, and loves its enemies.”

This originally appeared in my Broke-Ass City column for the SF Examiner. I don’t know about you, but I’m burned out. I spend so much time absorbing the constant barrage of information that bombards me from my computer and phone that I feel totally drained. I have some of my

For many, bars are sacred spaces. People go to them to make memories, and to forget.

They visit them to unwind, and get revved up. They hang out in them to catch up with old friends, and make new ones. And even though San Francisco has a long history with weed and psychedelics, this has always been a drinking town.

I can’t stop thinking about how multi millionaires and billionaires, who tout themselves as liberals, tried so hard to defeat a tax that would benefit the most destitute of our community, while costing them what is practically a rounding error.

Why is there so much empty retail space in this gilded city of ours? How can a place with such staggering wealth not facilitate more places to spend it?

This originally appeared in my Broke-Ass City column in the SF Examiner With tax season just past us there’s been a lot of talk about what President Donald Trump’s tax scam means for average Americans. There’s no doubt about what it means for the wealthy; millionaires and billionaires are getting